Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Wine Makes Me Love Everything, part 2.

I left you so suddenly last week, having only written about 3 wines that recently passed through my lips.

Well, I've got some more for you. God, I wish I could've taken these home. A few were merely solid deals. Some were absolute classics.

Here we go...

Marcel Deiss Pinot Blanc, Burgheim, Alsace, France, 2005: 8.2
Alsace is that tiny region in northeastern France, that along with Lorraine (as in the cheese) were involved in a not-so-lovely literal game of tug-of-war. Once part of Germany, now France, the culture is truly somewhere in between (or some might say realistically not truly part of either).

I noticed a pretty cashew/almond nose to the wine, leading into a nutty, mineral-rich wine. This was a fruit-neutral wine, with a mere touch of sweetness. There is no domination here, rather a kind of velvety expression. Definitely a good sushi wine. ($25-30)

Pairs with "Joga" by Bjork.

Schiopetto Pinot Bianco, Collio Goriziano, Friuli, Italy, 2004: 8.8
I love Northern Italy. This clinches it. There is so much diversity in that section of the world. From joyful juiciness, to legendary elegance. Simple wines here even have a way of feeling unique and exciting.

What a friggin' oddball, in comparison to what we usually know about wine. This was another seemingly "neutral" wine up front. But as I swirled it a wee bit, I found this pleasant orange-zest developing within the minerality.

And the body kept a touch of that characteristic, only to take a left-turn into something beautifully unusual: Dramatic oily texture, orange, pear, herbes de Provence, apple. You can't go wrong. ($38-50)

Pairs with "I'm on Fire" by Bruce Springsteen.

Delta Sauvignon Blanc, Marlborough, New Zealand, 2007: 8.3
I think I've had about 30 New Zealand Sauvignon Blancs in the past year. I'm not kidding. I get kind of sick of it after awhile. But I have to be fair, and realize that's just my preference not to drink a ton of New Zealand Sauvignon Blancs after about August.

Yep...the usual grapefruit/gooseberry vibe in here. And really, it's quite nice. I think it's almost a dead-ringer for Oyster Bay's recent Sauvignon Blanc release, except the way the mid-palate fruit shows is certainly more elegant in Delta's current release. ($18-25)

Pairs with "Sec Walkin" by My Morning Jacket.

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Italian Vein Melter


Masi
Campofiorin Ripasso, 2003
Valpolicella, Veneto, Italy
Rating: 8.2







I recently attended a luncheon that took place for one reason only: For an Italian winery representative (whose winery shall remain nameless) to pimp out his alcohol for us "on and off premise" pimps to get it, appreicate it, and move his product.

As this man opined his way through the forest of misshapen entrées and clumsy salads, he was able to show his wines with candor, stating all the things he thought were wrong about the lunch (and how the wines were paired), and what was right. And it made sense.

Point being is this: He also went on to scoff at the Veronese (think Romeo and Juliet) habit known as Ripasso/Amarone. Made of mostly the Corvina grape, these two types of wine are not subtle, and any winery trying to make its name on elegance likely would take umbrage of the fact that a heady, concentrated style of wine such as Ripasso/Amarone might take some of the U.S. market share of Italian Imported wine.

I, the suburban white boy, dug this man's wines of elegance. But tonight, I drank a Ripasso.

And as muscular as Ripassos tend to be, I found it to a success in explosiveness and balance, even if there was no complexity.

Masi's Ripasso is just like every "ripassa," in that dried grapes are ultimately added to the blend. So if you ever taste something akin to raisins in these wines, you'll know why.

There was some obvious punchy fruit from the get-go, thick, round and alcoholic. However, this never became a fruit-and-alcohol delivery system. This was, instead, a wine missing some grace, but making up for it with a candied nose, and reminders of blackberry, cherry, wet clay, and cooked red peppers.

My Thai Curry sausages and rice/veggies stir-fry experiment found a relatively sound partner in the Masi. I solidly recommend this for dishes with Asian/Mediterranean/Moroccan spices.

The wistfulness of feeling the wine's acidity come alive with the food was astounding, considering how little I expected the Ripasso to have any dexterity toward a dish largely based on rice and green beans. Thoroughly enjoyable.

It's all about improvisation. An old man I've met a few times is known to say "man makes plans but God decides." I'm sure the old fart had bigger things in mind than food, but it doesn't matter. He's right. I planned originally to drink this tomorrow with some steak, but after I tasted the final product in the pan, I knew I had a nice pairing.

It also helped that Herbie Hancock's "Headhunters" was on in the next room, reminding me just what kind of improvisation actually moves some mountains every now and then.

-Justin